Storms

I like watching storms. I realized its been a while since I stopped to sit and watch storms, now that I'm doing so. Guess I've succumbed to the whole "I'm too busy to slow down" lifestyle, unfortunately.

Maybe its because storms create an inconvenience and interruption to the daily routine - what would otherwise be  simple and mindless errands transform into something of a point of consideration. The degree of wetness and squishiness (is there such a word?) of my shoes - a sensation I very much dislike. Storms evoke a desire to stay put - to be right where I am (indoors, that is). It's a nice excuse to hit pause on the to-do list, especially if it requires venturing outdoors.

For some reason, I'm fascinated by how water falls - how the heavy stream of water flows down the glass and the sides of the wall. I love how it sounds - steady but not robotic, continuous and dynamic. It is calming.

Sipping hot tea, sitting beside a loved one in silence with the occasional conversation, watching and listening to the storm, I am present to the moment, and grateful that I'm not battling the storm on the highway, hands gripping the wheel to make up for restricted vision, dreading the occasional reckless driver weaving through lanes, abandoning the use of their turn signals.